“Okay?” His eyebrows went up. “It doesn't freak you out that I liked tying you up? That I'd want to do other things to you?”
I shook my head. “Look, Dean, my brother may think that all of that makes you more experienced than me, and maybe it does. Maybe you've had a lot more partners than I have, but I wasn't a virgin before I slept with you. And while my number of sexual partners isn't high, it's more than only two or three. Sure, they were all pretty vanilla, but I had a roommate in college who liked things kinky, so I'm not shocked by it. Surprised, maybe, but that's it.”
“So you'd want to...explore things?”
I grinned at him and pressed my body against his. “Definitely.”
He smiled as he kissed my forehead. “Your brother might not like it, but I think he'll deal better with it if he knows I'm not giving you money.” He looked down at me. “So we should tell him.”
“About us?”
“That too, but I meant the money. Where's it coming from?”
Men could be such like-minded bastards most of the time.